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To catch a thief	By : RebeccaMae Category: M through R > Prison Break Views: 1743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alex rose from bed again and went to pee. He washed his hands afterwards, then went back to bed. He already knew by now he wasn�t going to sleep, but it didn�t matter. Thinking that deeply about the past had its advantages; only by analyzing it all would he know how he was supposed to act around Michael tomorrow. So he kept thinking, kept remembering�
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It was true that he had decided not to do any drugs after his confrontation with Michael. But between making a promise and keeping a promise, there was a long hard road. So when T-Bag offered him one more shot, even though he had no money, he just wasn�t strong enough to refuse. One last shot wouldn�t make anything worse than it already was.
So he hid in his cell, sitting on his bunk, and got the shot ready, first boiling it on the spoon and then using the syringe to get the reddish liquid off the spoon and into his vein. It was like pushing something deliciously cold up his arm and it was amazing how fast it hit his brain. He ran his fingers over his own thighs, enjoying the isolated feeling of a shiver running down his spine. It was in that state that he saw the guard drinking from a cup fashioned the same way as the cup he found.
When the COs came in later that day, searching for a supposed gun, the aftereffects hadn't worn off completely, so Alex's biggest worry, kneeling on the ground of Sona�s yard, was not falling. His knees felt like butter and his mind was spinning and he was focusing so hard not to fall that he almost didn�t catch the time Michael said the cell was his. And then Whistler said that no, it was his, made some story up and soon the COs went away and that was all that mattered to him, so he could finally take the weight off his knees�
But when the sun was setting, he realized that there was something else to worry about. Michael�s cell had been locked up when the guards came in. That meant they no longer had an exit point, but it also meant that Michael had nowhere to sleep.
Alex shared a cell with Whistler, but he was alone when he saw Michael approaching through the sheets hanging over the gate. When Michael noticed he was alone in the cell, Alex could see the awkwardness in his features. It almost seemed like he was going to turn around and go away, but he slowly opened the gate further with a touch of his fingers and carefully stepped into the cell. Alex was lying on his stomach on the thin mattress and didn�t bother to stand up. He eyed Michael instead.
�Where�s Whistler?� Michael asked point blank, his hands on his hips, staring down at him.
�He�s off� Somewhere.� Alex tried to remember where Whistler said he was going. �Oh, he said he was going to the toilet.� He couldn�t help laughing at the word.
Michael seemed annoyed with his laughter, but he went on.
"Toilet�� He giggled once more. �Like there is such a thing as a toilet here�� His arm was hanging from the bed and he traced circles with his index finger on the dusty floor.
�Is he gonna take too long?�
Michael was shifting his weight from foot to foot and, from the look on his face, Alex could almost hear the thundering in his chest. He didn�t answer Michael�s question and kept making his circles on the ground. That seemed to annoy the hell out of Michael and he was almost leaving when Alex spoke.
�I know why you�re here.� His voice was low, almost a purr, and it made Michael turn around to face him.
�Do you, Alex?� Michael was frowning again, his eyes barely open, focusing hard on Alex. �I think you don�t know the first thing about what I�m doing here.�
Alex finally got off his stomach and sat on his bunk, bringing his knees close to his chest. He looked at Michael piercingly. �Oh, we both know you came here because you wanna sleep here with me�� He stopped on purpose for less than a second. �And Whistler, because the guards locked up your cell. So relax, Michael. You�re the brains here, so don�t lose it, okay?�
Michael didn�t answer, but he stepped back in the cell and pushed the gate closed.
Alex stood up and pulled Whistler�s mattress off his bunk. In fact, he had two mattresses, but they were so thin that he and Alex had agreed he could take both. Alex separated the two and threw one on the floor, placing the other back on Whistler�s bunk.
�There. But I�m afraid we don�t have any spare sheets. But you can take one off the gate, if you feel like it.� He said and sat back on his bunk.
Michael remained standing. �No, I�d rather have our privacy�, he said and quickly added, �ours and Whistler�s, I mean.�
Alex said nothing and lay on his back, staring at the dirty bottom of the top bunk. He watched Michael out of the corner of his eye; Michael hadn�t moved yet, his eyes still staring at the gate.
�Does he always take this long? Shouldn�t we go look for him?� Michael said, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb. He seemed tense while doing it.
�Sometimes, when his girlfriend gives him money, he buys booze and gets wasted. You don�t have to worry about Whistler.�
Michael looked briefly at him and rolled his eyes. Then Alex saw Michael wasn�t worried about Whistler. He just didn�t want to be alone near Alex.
�Relax, boy. It�s not like I�m gonna jump on you in the middle of the night and slit your throat wide open.�
If he thought that would make Michael calm down, he was wrong. The air got thicker and thicker with uneasiness, but, eventually, Michael sat down on the mattress lying on the floor. The noise in the halls outside their cells was dying slowly. The corridor was dimly lit by a yellow lamp, but the sheets were hanging so almost no luminosity got inside the cell.
Finally, no sound could be heard. Sleep was sacred in Sona and no-one would be stupid enough to bother another inmate�s sleep. Alex didn�t feel like sleeping yet, but he stayed in bed. Boredom was Sona�s actual ruler, not Lechero, and there wasn�t much he could do about it.
He didn�t have anything better to do, so Alex stared at Michael.
Michael was lying on his back, chewing on a nail, the other arm folded under his head. He faced the ceiling, but didn�t pay attention to it, lost in thought. Alex didn�t know how much time passed while he observed Michael. It could have been minutes, hours, weeks or days� It didn�t matter. Watching Michael chased the boredom away. He remembered the time he did nothing but study Michael�s thoughts and Michael�s body. He remembered the photographs of his torso and wondered how it�d be to stare and touch the drawing on Michael�s body. Probably like looking at pictures of the Mona Lisa and admiring the painting itself. Alex longed for that. He longed for Michael, for merging himself with Michael.
It was getting hotter. It was a hot night, even by Panamanian standards; he could feel the air sultry, sticky. The sweat was sticking Alex�s tee-shirt to his chest and his pants scratched and felt uncomfortable around his thighs. He quickly pulled his tee-shirt over his head, and it instantly felt less warm. He unbuttoned his trousers, lowering the zipper and raised his hips, taking off his pants as well, staying only in his boxers. He folded his clothes and placed them under his head, a poor excuse of a pillow. When he turned his head, Michael had his eyes fixed upon him.
It was too dark and he could distinguish Michael�s form, but not the details of him. He didn�t know how well Michael could see him, if Michael had been paying attention to him or just had his head in his direction. He didn�t know any of it. But it didn�t matter when his blood started boiling in his veins at the exact moment Michael sat up and pulled his gray sweater over his head. At that moment, Alex would have given anything to be able to actually see what Michael�s body looked like. All he could get were hints of his skin and tender muscles and bones and ink and sweat that seemed delicious. Alex wanted and ached for more. And Michael gave him more.
Turning his face to him every once in a while, Michael pulled his pants down, kicking away his shoes at the same time. When he brought his thighs against his chest and removed his socks, Alex was mesmerized by his legs. Alex caught a glimpse of the hair on his thighs, thin and almost invisible. Alex suddenly felt the urge to touch his legs and see how they felt against his hands. Michael placed his clothes under his head, just like Alex had, and faced the ceiling again, closing his eyes.
Alex closed his eyes too and adjusted the bulge in his crotch, rubbing it slightly before lying on his stomach. Once his head hit the pile of clothes, he thought he wouldn�t be able to sleep, but only minutes later he had his eyes closed. Not sleeping, he didn�t sleep that easily. It was just a nap and when he woke up, he didn�t exactly know how much time had passed. He noticed Whistler was back in their cell and judging by the steady rhythm of his breath, he was asleep.
Then he looked at the mattress lying on the floor, less than two feet away from him. Michael was lying on his stomach now and Alex was too aware of his round, impossibly high buttocks; the thin white fabric of his underwear revealing its shape to Alex�s greedy eyes. Alex�s breath was almost inaudible as he watched Michael squeezing his ass against the mattress, slow and hard, definitely pressing his hips against it. And he did it again, and again, the motion had its own unhurried cadence.
Alex wouldn�t have been able to turn his eyes aside from Michael even if he wanted to. His eyes went all the way down Michael�s tattooed torso, from his nape to the small of his back, and his mouth felt at the same time incredibly dry and filled with saliva. There was a thin line between his tattoos and the waist of his underpants, and it gave away the sight of the crack of Michael�s ass. Alex wanted to dip his fingers there.
Alex saw how Michael roamed his right hand under his own body and touched himself. Alex couldn�t tell exactly where from where he was, but he didn�t need to know. He couldn�t get any harder than he already was and his imagination could fill the blank. Michael was moving his hips in circles and each move made Alex want to sink his teeth into the plump cheeks of his ass.
A second later, Alex could swear he heard a stifled moan, choreographed in time with a special move of Michael�s arm. Alex almost moaned with Michael, but he only squeezed his own cock, biting his bottom lip hard. Alex was fighting the urge to take his cock out of his pants, when Michael turned aside, moving slowly and lying on his back, holding a huge erection, covered by his underwear.
Alex took a few seconds to stare at the luscious length of Michael�s thick cock, stretching the cotton of his underwear, which was probably damp by now, before looking at his face. Michael�s eyes were wide open staring at him and shame was written on his features. Alex felt like a pervert by the way Michael�s embarrassment seemed alluring to him.
Michael immediately got on his knees and fumbled around the cell, his fingers shaking, probably trying to gather his clothes that were now scattered around the floor. It was remarkably easy for Alex to make the decision. Trying to be soundless, he reached out for Michael, stepping out of bed, touching him on his shoulder. Michael tried to avoid the touch of his hand, moving his shoulder away, but Alex knelt next do him and held him in place. Alex touched Michael�s face and saw the way he quivered at the simple stroke. Michael was frozen on the spot, not moving; Alex wasn�t even sure he was breathing. Alex didn�t know what Michael expected or wanted him to do, so he did what he'd wanted to do for a long time. He touched Michael�s cock, going past the elastic band of his underwear, feeling the thick flesh trapped between his fingers and he squeezed, experiencing the so far unknown sensation of having a different shaped warm cock in his hand.
It was exhilarating. Apparently, Michael thought so too. He closed his eyes and a low moan escaped his lips. Alex swallowed that moan, his own lips clashing with Michael�s, taking in any protests Michael might have. Michael struggled against the kiss for a second or two, but then Alex offered him one long stroke, from the base to the head of his prick, and Michael no longer resisted. His mouth went limp and his teeth offered space for Alex's tongue. Alex guided him back to the mattress and made both of them lay on it, still kissing Michael, still savoring his wet fat tongue. Alex laid down next to Michael, bending his thorax over him.
The stroking on Michael�s cock was slow and firm and every time Alex pulled on it, drawing the foreskin back, exposing the smooth swollen head, and covering it again, he could feel Michael�s hips following the move, almost thrusting into Alex�s hand, almost begging him to go faster. Alex sucked on Michael�s lips, licking the edges, teasing Michael�s mouth to take action in the kiss, but he didn�t. Michael didn�t fight him, but didn�t respond either.
Alex let go of his grip on Michael�s cock and just caressed the tip of it, taking the pre-cum that leaked from the slit and spreading it all around the head. Michael�s breathing caught instantly and he got a grip on Alex�s shoulder, his whole body convulsing. And Alex went on teasing, preventing himself from just getting between Michael�s thighs and going down on him, because he was dying to know what that pre-cum tasted like� He went on teasing until Michael gave up and kissed him back, fierce and brutal, his teeth biting Alex�s lips and sucking Alex�s tongue into his mouth, as if he was angry for what he was doing.
Alex jerked Michael off hard after that, pumping his cock like he wanted to make him come in that very second. He wished he was able to cup Michael�s balls and roll them between his fingers, but to do so he�d have to change positions and that meant letting go of Michael�s mouth and he definitely wouldn�t do that. Michael was moaning softly against his mouth and Alex prayed for Whistler not to wake up.
Alex was making Michael surrender, like he'd always dreamed he�d do. And after that Michael wouldn�t be able to hide anything from him, just like he wasn�t able to hide he was about to come at any moment. His own cock was about to burst and Alex hadn�t even touched it yet, but Michael's voice against his skin drove him wild and he was desperate to know how Michael would moan when he came.
So he jerked him harder, pretty much like he�d do to himself, and finally let go of Michael's mouth, moving down to his neck, right where he felt the rapid pulse of blood, sucking and biting on the spot. Alex could feel Michael�s cock twitching in his hand, and Michael�s nails going up his arm and digging into his skin and the labored breathing in his ears; Alex loved every second of it when Michael came, pouring his hot seed in Alex�s fingers.
Alex squeezed his cock until the last spurt was out and spread cum all over Michael�s cock, sensing him quivering with caresses on his hyper-sensitive prick.
After torturing Michael enough, Alex let go of his spent penis and pulled his own cock out, stroking at once, fondling his sac with one hand and jerking himself off with cum covered fingers. He closed his eyes and gave into the feeling of pleasure building up in his groin, welcoming the orgasm that surely would come. He spread his legs and thought of Michael going down on him, sucking his cock, nibbling the head and enjoying it. Alex thought of fucking Michael�s mouth like he never fucked anyone�s mouth before, because he was straight and was always afraid of hurting the women he slept with. He thought of Michael deep-throating him and he jerked off harder, faster, and when he came in his palm, he imagined he was coming down Michael�s throat and that Michael swallowed it whole and licked him clean after that.
He stopped touching himself, giving his cock a final stroke, and cleaned his hand on the fabric of his underwear. Alex finally opened his eyes and noticed Michael lying next to him, eyes wide and lips parted. His cock was half hard in his pants. Alex just smiled and crawled back to his bunk, laying on it and sleeping at once.
The next day, Michael was strange. It didn�t surprise Alex; he didn�t expect Michael to wake him up with breakfast in bed and confessions of an undying love, but he never expected Michael to become so distant. He talked to Alex, at least occasionally. He informed him of things he already knew, like the fact they needed another exit point. Michael avoided Alex�s eyes, like he was trying to give him all Alex needed so he�d just go away. Michael barely looked him in the eyes, keeping Whistler with them all the time.
Later that day he got a visitation from Agent Lang. He had never realized how loyal she was, as a co-worker in the FBI and as a friend he didn�t even know she was. When she offered the deal, it didn�t sound too appealing to him. He might be able to get out in less than two hours and Michael wouldn�t let him down, would he? Michael had broken T-Bag and Abruzzi out of Fox River, so he wouldn�t be such a bastard as to leave him behind. Alex didn�t know anymore if last night's events had improved or worsened his situation with Michael.
He left Lang alone and came back to the cell he was now sharing with Michael and Whistler. Shortly after he returned from the visitation, the word about the new guy�s death was out and Michael seemed too fond of believing he was guilty. Alex could try to explain and prove he had a visit and wouldn�t have the time to kill that man, but it didn�t seem like Michael would believe him. Actually, it seemed like he wanted so badly to get away from Alex that he�d let Lechero have his justice over his head, even though they both knew Alex didn�t do it. Anyway, he didn�t have the time to ague about it with Michael, because Papo, Cheo and Sammy walked in, grabbing Whistler and dragging him to Lechero�s quarters.
And after that everything collapsed too fast. A shiv hidden in his bunk and all of a sudden his life was at stake because Michael was about to incriminate him for something he hadn�t done. Alex didn�t know what came over Michael. He had expected awkwardness, denial� Fuck, he was feeling kind of strange too, since it was the first time he had another man�s dick in his hand, but he didn�t think the initial discomfort would lead to his own death.
So when Lang and Sullins came back that afternoon, he didn�t think twice before going with them to this so called deal. Before leaving, he gave Michael one last look, thinking of his gasps and his thick cock throbbing in his hand the night before and the way he writhed when Alex�s lips kissed him and wasn�t able to connect it at all with that anger. Then he just faced front, raising his arms, happy to be walking toward civilization and out of Sona.
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When Alex finished reliving his first time together with Michael, he was half hard. He put his hand inside his underwear, and idly touched his cock and it hardened further against his palm. He took his hand out again, licked his palm and put it back inside, touching himself again. Not quite masturbating, just stroking, and enjoying the soft stirring. He was going to take his time�
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